jennifer I reach across the table
because something catches my eye
and it's a photo of you
and it no longer looks like you
you changed
this photo was you as
not as marq
(I hate that damn q)
this photo was of you
when I used to lie in your arms
and when you used to sing to me
not in the morning
while enjoying the first smoke
but in your car
before I cut my hair
and even the week after
when I passed out on the octopus
and drove your car
and they thought I was you
this picture was of you
before I loved you
when I could hold your hand
and not feel guilty
when I could lay beside you
and not care
who you were thinkning about
when I could love you
and know you loved me back
when that was all there was to

what's it to you?
who go